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You heard the whispers on the street, you were nothing more than a mere human that the king had taken pity on and allowed you to stay within their kingdom. But… That didn’t stop the others and their cruel words, they saw you as inferior in every way possible. They were all slim and regal, meanwhile you struggled to accept the curves of your body living in a kingdom like this. Their words lashed at your skin like an invisible whip and made you cover up more, or at least attempt to in order to hide more of yourself from their angry gazes. Nowadays you only went out when you had to, not because you wanted to but you did need to buy food from the markets at some point, you couldn’t keep surviving off of the instant food they sold.
Even as you wound your way through the streets that were less traveled, you could still feel the stares of those who had watched you from the comforts of their homes and the whispers that followed after that. Fat. Inferior. A stupid human. It stung and you quickened your pace to make it to the markets, you didn’t want to be out longer than what you had to be. You had tried every way possible to get them to like you, but it seemed that they wanted nothing more than to see you suffer.
Except for one, Ailen.
The heir to the throne and the king’s son, many of the townspeople bowed down to him and kissed the ground he walked on as they knew that he would be taking over the throne soon. But he had blatantly ignored them, the first time he saw you he had followed you down several streets until you had given him your name. Only then did he flash an award-winning smile before testing your name out on his tongue, when he was satisfied he had taken your hand in his and pressed a kiss to the back of it. A hint of a promise playing on his sharp features as he looked up at you and told you that he would be seeing you again sometime soon.
He moved with an air of grace surrounding him, always radiating the aura of someone important and many of the townspeople played into that. He would always catch you in the marketplace and insist on accompanying you on your day’s outing. The townspeople would eye you as if you were a piece of trash to be tossed away, but with the prince’s presence around, they wouldn’t dare say anything to you directly. The prince, or Ailen as he had insisted you called him, was much softer on you than what he was on his kingdom. Anything you had done incorrectly when it came to the elf culture he had gently corrected you and told you the proper way to handle things in which you’d thank him by giving him small gifts to show your appreciation.
Which is where you may have gone… wrong?
Or right, he had taken it as though you were trying to court him and win his affections, which you had to hastily explain that giving gifts to others were just sometimes meant to show your appreciation. Like you had appreciated him telling you about his culture. At which point he had tossed his head back and laughed, messy brown hair tumbling over his shoulders as he looked back at you and grinned. The pair of you had made your way to his study, the king greeting you kindly as well as the queen who had made a jab at her son for not introducing you to them sooner.
“You humans are weird.” He spoke fondly, his green eyes lighting up in amusement as he glanced down at you. With the light coming in from the windows, you could make out the tiny freckles he had that ran across the bridge of his nose and painted his cheeks.
“You elves are weird.” You retorted with a laugh of your own. You hadn’t missed the way a blush crept up his neck and settled across his features.
“There’s… something I wish to discuss with you.” He spoke softly, straightening up as if it was a business matter. Butterflies rose up in your stomach, and not the good kind, as your mind took over. Thoughts raced across your mind at lightning speed, making it hard to distinguish one from the other as you waited. He had seemed to sense the anxiety you felt and he reached across the table to take hold of your hand, a gesture used to capture your full attention.
“I want to court you.” He managed to get out though it seemed difficult, you were taken back by how blunt he was with the statement. “I have for a while and that’s why I had gotten excited when you had started showering me with little trinkets.”
“Oh.” You paused briefly, that… wasn’t quite the answer you had wanted to give him. “I… Ailen, what will the townspeople say? You know what they think of me, they think I’m lower than dirt and you… are well, the prince! Soon to be king!”
“And so you shall be the soon-to-be queen!” He retorted with a huff of annoyance before standing and walking over to you, he took hold of your chin and tilted it up to kiss you sweetly on the lips. “They are simple minded people who only seem to stick to the old ways. I don’t care what they say about you or how you look, I love you. All of you, and I want to court you properly.”
“I… Okay.” You whispered softly, though Ailen looked as though he had gotten the best gift ever with the smile that lit up his face.
“I can assure you that you won’t be disappointed and… They won’t say anything more about you.” He said simply.
He was right, after simply being together for a few weeks, the townspeople had stopped talking about you in a negative light all together and instead had begun to greet you. You still couldn’t forgive them for how they had treated you originally, but, you spoke to them politely while Ailen would rest his head on your shoulder and wrap his arms around you only to squeeze you to him so that he could feel you. He had taken to loving on you like this all the time in public, and it didn’t stop there.
After coming across a sworn enemy and shooting him, you both fall into an underground cavern. The only way out is to work together. If, of course, you can manage it.
You unfurled yourself from your hunting crouch and headed a few steps further into the forest. It was unnaturally quiet in the dusk, and you could feel your stomach grinding hungrily against your ribs- it had been hours since your last meal at dawn, but you still hadn’t managed to catch anything. The only animal you had managed to hit with your arrow had been a deer, and that had only been in the flank. Generally, your ritehood was not going well.
It would be another week and a half before you were allowed back in your village. Hunting wasn’t strictly necessary for the ritehood; there were plenty of people before you who had survived on a diet of plants alone, whether by choice or necessity. But an unwillingness or inability to bring down prey did preclude you from your chosen profession.
You wanted to be a warrior. And that meant proving that you were strong and skilled enough to become one.
Something rustled the undergrowth behind you. You shifted your weight, turning your body toward the noise without making any of your own. With only the smallest, most delicate motions, you removed an arrow from your quiver and threaded it. There were precious few of them left- you were going to need to make this shot count.
The rustling moved closer to you. You squinted through the woods, trying to make out the shape moving between the trees. It was tall. Perhaps a bear? Taking down one of those would surely confirm your path as a warrior. But it would have to be fairly young to be so quiet- bears were usually much heavier.
You caught a glimpse of tanned skin through the trees and loosed your arrow. It plunged straight and true into the flesh of your target.
The scream that went up made your hair stand on end. It was full of raw agony, a nearly human scream, but with a razor-sharp edge that made it sound a little like a wildcat’s. Your heart leapt. A cougar, perhaps? That would earn you a warrior position, surely. Barely breathing, you plunged through the woods toward your target.
What you saw made you stumble to a graceless stop.
It looked almost like a person, wearing off-white robes with an embroidered neckline. From its head, poking through its black hair, rose a crown of short, bone white horns. Its ears were long and pointed, extending almost past the back of its head.
An elf. You whipped out your bow and pointed an arrow at its throat. An elf. With its head, you would be the most respected member of your town. You could be a warrior, if you wanted; you would probably be given a high-ranking position right off the bat. Who would deny you, after you had killed one of your people’s greatest enemies?
The victory was already singing sweet inside your head, so you were too distracted to notice the elf’s tail whipping across the ground. It hooked your ankle with a surprisingly strong grip for its thin size and yanked.
Your feet went from underneath you. Only barely did you manage to catch yourself on your elbows, and by the point, the elf was on his feet, sprinting back into the forest.
Rage flashed through you. In seconds, you were on your feet, plunging after him. You could see him darting between trees and scrambling through the undergrowth. Bright spots of blood stood out against the deep green of the forest, guiding you after him.
He was slowing down, stumbling more and more. The splotches of blood were growing bigger- running seemed to be making the injury worse. You were right behind him, gaining on him with every step. Without breaking your stride, you pulled your bow off your back and nocked an arrow. You trained your sight on him. All you needed to do was get one good hit- just one.
And, before you could blink, he dropped out of sight.
Confused, you staggered, trying to kill your momentum. Where had he-
And then you pitched into the same pit he’d fallen down.
You felt yourself hit the ground in slow motion. One of your arms twisted underneath you. There was a split second of stomach-turning horror where you heard and felt your bone crunch as you landed on it. Then there was one second of nothing.
And then the pain hit you.
Agony. You couldn’t move your arm. You couldn’t fathom moving it. There was nothing to move. Your arm was nothing more than a white-hot blaze of pain. It made your stomach churn with the awfulness of it and you rolled onto your belly so you could vomit. Sobs and dry heaves mingled together, leaving your body convulsing and trembling.
Time lost all meaning for a while, but eventually, you got used to the pain. It was still there, but you were able to take one small part of your brain away from screaming in agony and figure out what was happening.
You were in some kind of small cave. The hole you had fallen through was distant above you, far enough away that you could blot it out with the palm of your hand. The room curved upward, like an inverted bowl. It was only the size of a small room, perhaps ten feet across. Sitting across the room, glaring at you, was the elf you had just been chasing.
There was a long, awkward silence. He was clutching at his shoulder, blood pumping slowly down his front. You moved instinctively for your bow, but froze when you touched it- it had been smashed upon landing, no more than splinters and string. Not that it mattered- you weren’t shooting one handed. With your good hand, you fumbled for your knife, but you weren’t excited about your chances- the broken arm was your strong arm, and you were pretty sure that even injured, he would be able to wrestle the knife away from you.
“It would seem we are at a stalemate,” the elf said. His voice was slightly accented and rather soft. “You cannot kill me, I have no desire to kill you, and we are not getting out of here any time soon.”
You glared at him from across the room, as much as you could manage. It was hard to stop your expression from twisting into a grimace of pain. “Maybe you’re giving up. I’m going to climb out.”
The elf somehow managed to make an eyebrow raise look sarcastic, but he said nothing else. Cradling your broken arm, you examined the wall. Unfortunately, the hole you had fallen through appeared to be roughly at the apex of a dome. Attempting to scale it would mean pretty big sections where you hung nearly upside down, a feat that would be difficult with two functional arms. With only one still working, it was nearly impossible.
That didn’t mean you weren’t going to give it a try. There were a few rocks that jutted out from the wall, creating solid footholds. You braced your good arm against the wall and started to climb.
Your fingers slipped from the stone when you were only couple of feet above the ground. You struck the ground hard, knocking the wind out of your lungs. For a moment, you just lay there, gasping and choking as pain radiated up your broken arm.
It took a few minutes for you to be able to sit up and you risked a glance at your broken arm. You had been avoiding looking at it, mostly out of fear.
Your stomach twisted as you looked at it. The bone had shifted against your skin. It hadn’t broken through, but you could see the unsettling jut of it, twisting the shape of your arm. It took several deep breaths and staring determinedly at the ground before you could settle your stomach.
“You’ll need to set that.” The elf sound smug. “It’ll be useless until then, and worse than useless if it heals like this.”
You looked down at your arm again. Experimentally, you probed it with your fingertips. The pain was bad enough that your vision hazed over for a moment, leaving you trembling and gasping on the ground.
When you came back to yourself, the elf was tearing strips of his toga apart. He wound the strips around the gash in his shoulder, tying it off. The movement of the arm seemed limited, but it was leagues better than yours. He paced slowly along his side of the room, resting his fingers against the wall. You followed the motion of his tail. His expression was smooth and unperturbed, but his tail whipped and coiled behind him, twining close to his legs.
Time slipped by with agonizing slowness. You could only tell it was passing because the light filtering into the cave was gradually growing dimmer. Your stomach growled, adding its own complaint to the aches and pains you were already feeling. You had been trying not to move, since that only seemed to aggravate your broken arm, but finally, driven by your groaning stomach, you shifted to look for your pack.
The elf watched you as you grabbed for your bag. It was small, but it contained a few days’ worth of rations. Looking at them made your nerves flare. There wasn’t enough to last you until your arm healed, and even if it had, you weren’t sure it was going to help. Your arm was not healing properly without being set, and every tiny touch made a nauseating wave of pain roll through you. You weren’t setting it on your own, and if your arm wasn’t set, you weren’t climbing out. Starvation was inevitable. It was only a matter of time.
Your stomach growled and you reached fumblingly for the food with your non-dominant hand. Fuck it. Might as well eat. Nothing would be solved by going hungry. You ripped into one of the strips of dried meat. Ugh. If it was going to be your last meal, you really wished it could have been something that tasted better.
“You have food?” The elf had gone still on the other side of the cave. One of his arms was pressed to his middle, like he was trying to massage away hunger pains. He was staring fixedly at you. In the dim light of the cave, his cheeks looked sallow and his eyes, sunken. Was he starving? You pulled the food bag tighter against your chest. Would you be able to hold him off if he decided to charge? He seemed to be thinking the same thing, eyes flicking over you. You might be able to get a few good kicks in, and if you got a lucky shot on his injury, you could probably incapacitate him. But he could easily incapacitate you, too. It was all up to luck. And neither of you were willing to take that chance.
The tension went out of him after a moment and he slumped against the wall, still staring at your bag. Your eyes drifted to the tight bandage at his shoulder. “Do you know how to set a broken bone?” you asked.
He looked at you cautiously. “I am aware of how to do it. I’ve never actually done it, though.”
“I’ll cut you a deal,” you said. “Set my arm and I’ll give you something to eat.”
His eyes drifted from your bag to you, then back to the bag. “And how are you going to stop me from twisting your arm and stealing the bag?” he asked.
“I’ve still got my knife on me,” you said, indicating the blade at your hip. “If you reach for the bag, I’ll have just enough time to gut you before you grab it.”
He eyed the knife. “And how do I know you’re not going to try to stab me the second I get within range?”
“Because then I’m not getting out of here either. I need my arm set. And you need to eat. We both need this. I’m not going to be stupid about this if you’re not.” The elf looked at you for a moment, weighing his options, then nodded.
He approached you slowly, eyes scanning your every move. You held as still as possible, keeping your hands low and nonthreatening. When he reached you, he crouched at your side, turning his body away from you. It was clear he was trying to keep any vulnerable points away from you.
His hands brushed your arm and you gave a strangled groan. “Usually, you’d set it with some sort of stick or piece of wood to keep the bone straight as it heals,” the elf said. “But I don’t have any of that.”
You glanced around. Your bow had chunks of wood that were as long as your forearm, but they were all curved. “Arrows,” you said. “I have a couple. Will those work?”
The elf lifted your quiver and slid one of the arrows free. He examined it for a moment, then deftly snapped off the tip and dropped it on the ground. You grimaced. The elf ripped at the hem of his clothes, tearing off another long strip of fabric. When he had a long enough chunk, he lay the fabric and arrow together and took your arm in his hands. Despite everything, his touch was soft and gentle, barely brushing your skin.
“The bone is out of place. I’ll have to shift it back in,” he said. “I can’t guarantee it’ll heal perfectly.”
“I’m good with good enough,” you said. You turned your head away. Looking at your arm was starting to make you feel sick. “Just go for it.”
“Hold on.” He reached down and seized another arrow. After snapping off the tip again, he pressed the body of the arrow to your lips. “Bite on it. It’ll hurt.”
You seized the arrow in your teeth. He nodded and looked back down at your arm. “All right. Three… t-” He hadn’t even finished saying two before he was pressing on your broken arm.
Your vision went white. Agony blazed through your brain. You couldn’t think. Distantly, you thought you could hear someone screaming. There was the vague sense that you were thrashing around. But you couldn’t be sure. The pain commanded all of your attention.
Slowly, the pain diminished. It didn’t go away, but you started being able to have coherent thoughts around it. You were lying down, sweat soaking into the dirt. Fine tremors ran over your body. The elf was sitting over you, looking ruffled.
“You kicked me,” he said. His voice was winded and, as your senses returned, you realized he was clutching his side.
“Sorry,” you said. Your voice was raspy and your throat protested even the simple aspect of talking. You’d said it reflexively, but to your surprise, you realized you were actually sorry. Genuinely, you hadn’t meant to hurt him. “You could, uh, kick me back.” It was a stupid thing to say, but you had said it so often to your siblings that it was nearly automatic. To your surprise, the elf laughed.
“I won’t.” He let out a slow breath. “Don’t move your arm. It’s bound, but it’s not stable. Arrows aren’t the best for splinting.”
Your arm was still throbbing bad enough to make your stomach turn, but you had enough wherewithal to turn and grab your bag. “Here,” you said, thrusting it at him. “Take some.”
He looked at you cautiously, then reached into the bag and started rummaging through your food. It would have been easy for him to drag the entire bag away from you. There was no way you were in enough of a shape to stop him. Instead, he pulled out a tied-off bag of dried fruit and laid the bag back at your feet. Transaction concluded, he retreated to his side of the cave.
It was rapidly getting darker in the cave. The sun was setting, and any light that you once had was fading. You shivered. The cave was chilly. Usually, you managed nights in the woods with a fire, but there was no wood and you weren’t quite desperate enough to sacrifice your clothes. Instead, you lay back on the dirt ground and did your best to cover your body with a coat. Shivering sucked. It made your arm ache even worse. Gradually, the cave dimmed into pitch blackness.
Despite your exhaustion, sleep refused to come. The sickening pain of your broken arm notwithstanding, every noise from across the cave made your eyes snap open again. Could he see you? There were rumors about elves having dark vision. If you fell asleep, it would be simple for him to steal your knife and slit your throat.
Your paranoia kept you from engaging in any but the lightest of sleep. The slightest sound brought you back to full wakefulness, and you never really lost consciousness. You only drifted in the dim, dreamy area between wakefulness and sleep.
Morning came to find you stiff, exhausted, and in a worse mood than you had been in the night. The pain in your arm was more insistent, a constant throbbing that shoved its way to the forefront of your mind. The elf appeared to be in only moderately better shape. He was holding his arm in a strange way, suggesting that his own wound had stiffened overnight, though he looked better rested.
Slowly and uncomfortably, you pushed yourself into a sitting position. The elf watched you, caution in every line of his body. You ignored him, instead scrounging in your bag for breakfast. Rationing was probably a good idea, so despite your weakness, you only ate a few strips of dried meat and a piece of hard biscuit. It barely filled the aching void of your stomach. Trying to distract yourself, you started fussing with the bandages on your arm.
“What do you think you’re doing, idiot?” the elf hissed at you. You paused, looking up at him. He had shifted closer to glare at you. “I went to all that trouble to bind your arm and you’re just screwing it up!”
Irritation flared in your chest. “I am not screwing it up! I’m making it tighter!”
He snorted. “Sure. Just don’t expect me to rebind it again when it comes apart. I’m not looking to get injured by you again.”
The anger grew brighter and hotter. Frustration at being trapped, injured, and afraid spilled over. “If you hadn’t been trespassing in the first place, I wouldn’t have shot at you! What were you doing on our land?” It felt good to vent your spleen on someone.
“Your land?” the elf snarled back. “You can’t own land! Just like a human, to think you can come in here and take whatever you want-”
“We take whatever we want?” Your voice echoed in the small space of the cave. “You stole our crops! But sure, act all high and mighty because we like to make sure our own people get fed-”
“You can’t steal a living creature! What lives belongs to the land and the land is for all! Only a human would want to possess everything!” The elf stormed toward you, jabbing a finger toward your chest.
“Only an elf would claim the moral high ground while stealing food from the mouths of our children!” You rose to meet him, faces inches apart. His features were as delicate as any elf’s beautiful even when twisted in rage. The constant ache of your arm only spurred your anger further.
“We did no such thing! If you have not sustained the land so that it will sustain you, then you only have yourselves to blame,” the elf sniffed. Red haze clouded your vision.
“How dare you! All you elves claim to be so pure and noble, but you’re all just a bunch of smug bastards, lording your superiority over everyone else! I bet if your people had to fight starvation off by tooth and nail every year, you wouldn’t be so damn high and mighty!”
“At least we’re not the ones shooting any human on sight! We’re not a bunch of savage murderers!”
“We can’t trust you not to take our stuff! It’s either that or you rob us blind and we’ll die as surely as if you slit our throats!” You had pushed each other to the middle of the cave, right under the single shaft of sunlight. Your voices echoed off the walls, filling the space with overlapping noise.
“And of course, your first instinct as a human is violence! You couldn’t negotiate to save your stupid hide!” The elf leaned over you, his face barely apart from yours. “All you know is how to shoot and ki-”
Something underneath you groaned. The ground shifted, buckling under the elf’s feet. He wobbled. Directly beneath him, the floor of the cave shuddered. You backed away, skittering toward the wall. The cave floor was unstable. Perhaps it hadn’t been able to take the weight of the two of you standing together. Perhaps your voices had been loud enough to shake something loose. Or perhaps it was just the last straw on the camel’s back.
You saw a look of undisguised terror on the elf’s face as the floor on his side of the cave crumbled away.
It was pure instinct on your part. Perhaps it would have said more to your character if it hadn’t been, if you had made the conscious decision to save an enemy. But it wasn’t. You just saw his look of fear as he went down and lunged to catch him.
Your good hand caught one of his. For a horrifying moment, he kept going, fingers sliding through yours. Just in time, his other hand snapped up and caught your wrist. His fingers were slick with sweat, but he managed to hold on.
You groaned. You weren’t quite lying on top of it, but the position you were in was putting your weight onto your bad arm. It took all your strength to just hold onto him. There was no way you were going to be able to pull him back up and if this went on, he was going to pull you over the edge too. But you couldn’t let go. You couldn’t let him fall.
His legs scrambled at the crumbling ledge beneath him. “I can’t pull you up,” you said. “Can you try to climb out?”
“I’m trying!” He pulled on your arm, trying to climb you like a rope. You kicked your legs furiously, trying to find something to anchor yourself with.
One of your feet caught on a chunk of stone. You wrapped your legs around it, hooking your foot around your ankle. Slowly, sick with the agonizing pain in your arm, you pulled yourself away from the ledge.
He scrambled up onto solid ground as soon as he could grip the ledge. Both of you scurried away from the edge of the pit, huddling together against the wall. Now that your adrenaline was fading, the pain in your arm was crawling to new levels. You must have done something to it when you lunged for him. Cautiously, you probed the bone through the bandage. A coil of pain kicked you straight in the stomach. You rolled over and vomited bile over the ground.
When you were done, you sat back up, back pressed to the wall. Your skin was clammy and fine tremors wracked your frame.
Slowly, you turned your head to look at the elf. He was pressed against the wall, smudged with dirt and a few smears of blood. His eyes were focused on you, wide as saucers. “You saved my life.”
You spat a bit of stomach acid onto the dirt. “Yeah. So, I guess it’s all evened out now, huh? Maybe you can stop yelling at me for almost killing you.”
He blinked at you. “No, I mean- why did you save me? If you wanted me dead, there was no better chance than that one.”
“I don’t know,” you said. “I don’t know why I saved you. I wasn’t thinking. I just saw that you were scared and- I don’t know. It’s one thing to attack a trespasser. It’s another to just… let someone die.”
The elf stared at you for a moment, the whites of his eyes bright against the dirty background of the cave. “Your arm,” he finally said, “is it… okay?”
You didn’t want to look at it. “I don’t know.”
“Sit back against the cave wall,” the elf said, waving his hand toward you. He crawled over to you, settling next to your injured arm. You turned your head away. “I’m going to unbind it. Please try not to kick me again.”
“No promises,” you said, trying to smile through your gritted teeth. You thought you caught a quiet huff of laughter as he bent over you.
Cold fingers delicately unwrapped the cloth bandages and removed the splint. The elf sucked in a sharp breath. Your stomach dropped. “That bad?”
“Um,” the elf said. “You sort of lay on top of it when you grabbed for me, right? I think you, um. I think you pushed the bone a little further out of alignment.” He inhaled and exhaled slowly. There was a measure of unsteadiness to it. “It’s hard to see down here, so maybe it’s not as bad as it looks.”
“How bad does it look?” you asked.
The elf grimaced. “It’s… swelling. And the bruises are bad. And the bone’s out of place again.”
“Fix it,” you said. “You shoved the bone back in place before, do it again.”
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea. I can stabilize it, but you’ve jostled it more out of place than it was before. I don’t want to risk damaging anything else.”
You leaned your head back against the wall. “Just do what you can.”
He at least attempted for gentleness this time, but you still had to grit your teeth against the sheer awfulness of the pain. His fingers were nimble, and the warmth of his body against yours was almost comforting. When he leaned away from you, you found yourself missing the contact.
The elf was apparently reluctant to part as well, because even after he finished with your arm, he stayed next to you, close enough that your shoulders brushed. “We need to get out of here,” he said.
“Yes. We established that already. The problem is how,” you said. “I can’t climb out of here even without a broken arm, and unless you’re hiding some impressive wall-scaling abilities, you can’t either.”
Something tapped against your side. You looked down to see the elf’s tail twisting and coiling on the ground. Occasionally, the fluffy tip would hit you, though it seemed to be more incidental than intentional. “No, I can’t. Especially not with an arrow wound.” He moved a hand over it absently. “But there has to be a way out.” He got up and started pacing along the wall, touching it with his palm. His tail waved behind him, swinging from side to side.
“Maybe,” you said, unconvinced. “Or maybe not.”
He fumbled along the wall for a few minutes, before lashing out with a kick. “Dammit! The floor crumbled so damn easy, why won’t these walls?”
He kicked the wall again and again, sending tiny stones skittering across the floor. You watched, wide eyed. The elf slammed a particularly hard kick into the wall and yelped, then started hopping around, clutching his foot. He slumped to the ground, mumbling and cursing.
“You all right?” you asked.
“Just bruised,” he groused. “Sorry. I get grouchy when I’m hungry.”
“We’ve got some more supplies,” you said, nudging the bag closer to him. He snorted, pushing the bag back over to you.
“Not that kind of hungry. There’s no light down here, except that tiny little patch.” He pointed up to the distant hole in the ceiling. The direct sunlight filtered down into the gaping hole in the ground. “I’ve been trying to meditate, but it’s just not effective without the sun. It’s making my skin crawl.” He gave an affected shudder before glancing at you. “How are you managing it? You’ve barely been affected by night-sickness at all.”
You stared at him. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about?”
The elf looked back at you with a similarly confused expression. “Night-sickness. Do humans call it something different? You know, when you haven’t done your light meditation for too long?” You shook your head. “Do you have totally different words for all of it? Look, how do you process the light from the sun into energy?”
“How do we- what?” You were staring to get frustrated. “You’re not making any sense. We don’t convert light into energy or whatever.”
“Then how do you get energy?” the elf said. He sounded well and truly bewildered, like the very idea was completely unheard of.
“We eat food? You know what eating food it. I’ve seen you eat.” Several expressions flitted across the elf’s face, from confusion to surprise to something like guilt.
“You only eat food?” he asked. You nodded. “Ah. That, er. Explains some things.”
“What does it explain?” you asked. “And what do you mean we only eat food? What else would we eat? Rocks?”
The elf chuckled weakly. “Then you would be a lot better position down here. No. Elves need sunlight. Without it, we get sick, and we can die. Food is still necessary, but we don’t need much. We have maybe one meal a day and we meditate to gain our energy other times.” His tail hooked around his chest, curling and twitching. “We can eat more food, but it’s… wasteful, I suppose. Or maybe overly indulgent.”
Several ideas were dawning upon you in the same moment. “That’s why elves don’t have farms. You don’t need them. You don’t eat much, so you can afford to just forage every now and then and gather what you want. Human farms must look greedy to you.”
“It did come across as a little…” He made a vague hand gesture. “A little gluttonous, perhaps. To have so much food and to be so possessive over it felt like an overreaction.”
“But we need it,” you said. “We got dangerously close to famine last winter.”
The elf shrank back. “We didn’t know! We don’t grow our own food! I mean, it’s not fun to go without food, but we can live. The idea of planting and growing living things that only you can harvest is just weird! You plant things because you like seeing things grow and get healthier, not because you have to.”
You kneaded at your forehead. “Are you telling me the war between our species for years has been because we didn’t know you guys eat sunlight?”
“We don’t eat sunlight,” the elf said. “It’s more of an energy transfer process. And you could have asked.”
“You could have asked before stealing our food!”
“We didn’t know it was stealing!” The elf had drawn closer to you as you were talking, and you were suddenly overly aware of how close you were. You could feel the heat of his body against yours. A wave of buzzing heat spread over your body from the pit of your stomach. Your eyes were unsettlingly drawn to his lips. His upper lip was fuller than his bottom one. Your mind wandered, almost casually, over to how it would feel to kiss the upper lips, to explore it with your teeth-
“Okay, get off me!” You struggled away from him. It was hard to tell in the dim light, but you thought there was a red flush staining his cheekbones. “It doesn’t matter how this whole thing started. Maybe, if we can tell people that this whole thing started with a misunderstanding, we can get them to end it. Or at least stop being so belligerently violent toward each other.”
The elf glanced at his injured shoulder. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to try. But, uh. We’re still kind of trapped. We’re not going to be stopping a war if the only thing people find are our skeletons.”
“Which means we need to find a way out of here,” you said. You stood up, your legs wobbling. You hadn’t realized exactly how tired you were. Apparently falling into a pit, breaking your arm, and then rescuing the guy you had previously tried to kill was an exhausting process.
The elf stepped closer to you, eyeing you like he was worried you were going to fall over. “I looked around. I didn’t see anything.”
“Might as well give it another pass,” you said. “Not like we’ve got that much else to do.” You started to pace along the wall, trying to feel for any weak points that might lead to a tunnel. The elf stayed by your side, tail flicking around your ankles.
No matter how closely you examined the walls, they never became anything other than solid stone. “There isn’t a way out,” the elf said. He was starting to look despondent, slumping against the wall. “I’m going to die down here.”
“No one’s going to die down here any time soon,” you said. “We just need to figure out a way out of here! There must be one.”
“Or the only way out is the same way we fell in, which we can’t get to.” He watched as you kicked at the wall some more. “Don’t bother. It’s not going to work. If I couldn’t get out, you’re not going to do it.”
“Don’t be an asshole. Do people let you get away with this all the time at your home just because you’ve got a pretty face?” you snapped, then realized what you’d said. The elf, apparently unable to believe his ears, stared back at you.
“Er- what?”
“Never mind! I wasn’t thinking. It’s the pain. It’s making me loopy.” You gave another kick toward the wall. It remained as solid as ever. “Fuck!”
The elf stood back up. “Kicking solid rock isn’t going to help. You’re so stubborn. Are all humans like that?”
“Well, we don’t all give up like elves do, apparently,” you snorted.
“You waste your energy with fruitless endeavors instead,” the elf replied. He walked over to you, examining the wall. He still managed to have the refined air of an elf, even after spending a while at the bottom of a cave. “It’s not going to collapse.”
You staggered back from the wall. Your leg ached and the wall had suffered absolutely no damage. “Well, we can’t just stand here and do nothing.” You paced away from the wall and toward the pit. You couldn’t see the bottom, though it was already so dark it could have only been a few feet down. A breeze rustled your hair.
The elf sat down next to you. “You’re not thinking of throwing yourself off, are you?”
“No. You could push me, though. If you’re annoyed I’m still here.” It was a very weak attempt at a joke. The elf didn’t smile.
“I’m glad you’re here, actually,” he said. “Even if you’re the one who got me into this. I don’t want to be alone down here.”
“Yeah,” you said. “I, uh. Don’t mind having you down here either. I mean. I’m not happy you’re going to die too. If I could get you out, I would.”
“Me too. I just wish someone knew what we did. Maybe it could help people,” the elf said. His shoulder pressed against yours as he leaned closer to you. You leaned back into him. The contact was nice. He smelled oddly good, despite everything. Another breeze drifted up from the cavern beneath you, stirring your hair.
The elf went stiff next to you. “Did you feel that?”
“The breeze? Yeah. What’s the big deal?”
“It smells like the forest! Like fresh air! There must be a way out down there!” The elf scrambled to his feet. “If we can just climb down, we can get out.”
You looked uncertainly into the pit. The sides were jagged, with plenty of hand and footholds, but you weren’t sure how far you would be able to make it. “You’ll have to go on ahead,” you said. “I can’t scale the wall, not with my arm like this.”
The elf’s face fell. “I can’t just leave you here.”
“If you can get out, you can get help. I’ll be fine.”
The elf’s tail coiled around his legs and his ears twitched frantically. “No. I’m not going to leave you.”
“You’re going to have to! I can’t climb like this, and you’re even more of an idiot than I thought if you’re going to stay here just because I can’t get out. Go!” You waved your hands at him, ushering him toward the edge of the pit.
“No.” The elf planted his feet, fingers curling into fists. “I can get you out of here. You saved my life. I’m not going to abandon you.”
“Technically, I save your life after trying to kill you. So, I would say that sort of evens the whole thing out,” you said. The elf rolled his eyes, glancing around the small cave. “Look, the longer we stand around here chatting, the less time you have to get out of here-”
“No. I have an idea,” the elf said. He fumbled with the hem of his clothes, tearing it into strips. Most of his stomach was exposed, showing off toned muscle. You deliberately did not look at him. It was not difficult because he was definitely not appealing to look at. “Come here.” You took a cautious step closer to him. “No, come here.” He seized your arm and tugged you next to him. “Stand still.” He took the cloth strips, which he’d tied into a long band, and wrapped them around both of your waists, tying you together.
“What’s this going to do?” you asked. One of the elf’s arms fell loosely around your waist, trying to steady himself against you. An odd jolt jumped through your core. You froze.
“It’s a tether between us. I should be strong enough to support at least some of your weight. You can use your good arm to climb and I can support your other side.” You tried to twist your head to look at him, but that put your faces dangerously close together. You looked away. “But we’ll have to work together.”
“I can do that,” you said. The elf’s hand pressed to your back. His tail twined around your leg for a moment.
“Okay. Just watch your step.” It took some careful negotiating of your positions to start scaling down the cliff, but you managed. Your arm screamed with pain, but the elf’s body pressed against yours, bracing you. Climbing down the rock wall was a slow, uncomfortably process. Once or twice you slipped and the elf had to pause and brace himself to support you, and he even slipped once and you had to bear his weight. It was difficult, but you managed to coordinate your movements. Without speaking, you and the elf moved as one. His tail looped around your waist. It couldn’t support your weight, but it was comforting to feel the elf’s presence.
The wall went on and on. Your arm ached from the jostling alone, and you kept bumping it against outcropping stones. The elf’s breathing had taken on a ragged edge- clearly he was struggling to hold up both of you.
“Can you tell how much further?” you asked. The elf squirmed, trying to get a look at the ground.
“No. It’s really dark. Could be a couple feet. Could be further. I don’t know.” The elf leaned closer to you. “This may have been a bad idea. I… I can’t hold on much longer.”
“I know.” Your own arm was trembling. Going up was no longer an option. There was no way you’d make it back to the top. The only hope was that the ground wasn’t much further away.
The elf moved down a couple more feet. You could tell his moves were laborious. Maybe if he hadn’t been helping you, he would be doing fine, but supporting another person was taking its toll. “I’m sorry,” you said. “This is all my fault.”
“Yeah,” the elf said, “it kind of is, isn’t it?” He sighed. “At least we know the reason our species had a feud, though. Even if no one else ever does, we’ll know the truth.”
“Yeah,” you agreed. “I’m sorry I shot you and I’m sorry we ended up down here. But I’m gad we met.”
The elf’s tail curled tighter around your waist. There was almost no light, so you couldn’t see him, but you could feel him next to you. Just the two of you, huddled together in the dark. Even that small comfort felt precious. “I’m glad, too.”
As he moved to take another step down, the foothold he was using crumbled. You heard him yelp and felt him scramble to regain his grip, but his movements were clumsy and fumbling. The belt at your waist tugged and you tried to brace yourself, but it didn’t matter. You were tired and your weak grip was no longer enough. The elf’s weight pulled your grip free and you tumbled into the dark.
You barely had opened your mouth to scream when you slammed into the elf, landing squarely on top of him. He huffed out a breath and wheezed awkwardly as you tried to figure out what had just happened.
“What was that?” you groaned, struggling to push yourself up. There was just enough light to see by, which meant that you got a good look at the elf’s face, which was directly under yours, as he stared back at you. Your noses were almost close enough to touch. You could feel his heart pounding against your chest where you were lying on top of him.
“Um,” you squeaked. The elf didn’t seem to be processing the situation any better. He stared at you, eyes wide.
You recovered first. “We lived!” You scrambled up, wobbling a little. Your legs didn’t seem to be fully aware of the fact that you were alive. The elf made his way to his feet, equally unsteady.
“And you feel that, right?” The elf’s ears were twitching and his tail was waving in a constant, smooth motion. He tilted his head back, focused on the airflow of the cave. “The breeze is stronger. This way.” He took off at a light jog. You jogged after him, arm cradled against your chest.
There was a tiny glow of light in the cave that grew brighter and brighter the further you traveled. The tunnel sloped upward, your calves burning as you continued up the increased grade. The elf kept glancing back at you, making sure you were following him.
You turned a small bend and the light pouring into the cave became blinding. Instinctively, you squeezed your eyes shut. One of your hands fumbled and caught on the elf’s arm. He grabbed you back, and, clinging to each other, you plunged into the undergrowth of the forest.
Your eyes were slow to adjust to the brilliance, but apparently the elf’s were not, because he made a choked noise of horror. You squinted, eyes watering. There were dark shapes around you, humanoid shapes. Relief flooded through you. “It’s okay,” you said. “It’s oka-”
The pointy end of a spear hovered right in front of your chest. You froze. The elf, despite being about an inch taller than you, was trying to retreat behind you. You shifted to stand more directly in front of him, good arm out.
Now that your eyes were more properly adjusted to the light, you could see who was gathered in front of you. It was a hunting party, all four of them holding enormous spears and very ready to plunge those spears into the chest of an interloping elf and anyone who defended him.
“Hey,” you said, keeping your voice was slow and soothing as you could manage. “Guys. It’s me.”
The spear wavered. The man in front, Elias, frowned. “Step away from the elf,” he said. “We can take you back to town, get you some treatment.”
The elf was gripping your clothes tightly. His eyes were wide and he glanced at you uncertainly. You could read the terror in his eyes, the utter fear that you were going to hand him over to the humans.
You braced yourself. “No. Look. There was an accident. He helped me, even after I tried to kill him. He comes with me.”
Bewildered looks were exchanged between the hunting party. “He’s trespassing,” Elias said, but there was no longer as much conviction in his voice. You drew yourself up, trying to look as authoritative and confident as possible.
“He saved my life. And he had important news for us. He stays with me.” You ushered the elf fully behind you, daring the hunters to get around you. They looked at Elias uncertainly, waiting for his say so. He looked back at them. Already, they were lowering their spears, and Elias seemed to sense that they were no longer going to attack confidently.
“All right,” he said. “But the elf stays under guard.”
“I stay with him,” you said. The hunting party fell in around you. The elf squeezed your hand. You could feel a world of gratitude through that small motion.
You refused to leave the elf, even as they questioned him and treated your arm. Explaining about what you had discovered took some time, and there was certainly no small amount of skepticism. But after hours of waiting and repeating yourself, a delegation of elves entered the town.
“Guess you’ll be heading back home soon,” you said. The elf nodded.
“I’m glad of that,” he said. “Though I think… I think I’ll miss you. Isn’t that strange? Missing the person who tried to kill you?”
“Just as strange as missing the person you tried to kill,” you said. “I’m glad I met you, Viatas,” You had learned his name soon after the other elves had arrived.
“I’m glad I met you, too.” He leaned in and gave you a gentle hug, careful not to disturb your arm. He was warm and he smelled surprisingly nice and your heartbeat pounded in your ears as he squeezed you.
“We’ll see each other again,” you promised. “Now that we’re actually talking, I think things are going to get better.”
“I hope so,” said Viatas. He waved to you once more before following the elvish delegation into the forest. You watched him until he had completely vanished between the trees.
Three weeks later, you paced around the entrance to the cave. The sun was low in the sky, washing the area around you in an amber glow.
The foliage rustled. You froze, eyes locking onto the spot where it shifted. There was a moment of silence, then Viatas emerged, hands raised.
“Not going to shoot me again, are you?” he asked. You shook your head.
“Still can’t hold the bow, actually. My arm’s not fully healed yet.”
“Oh. I’m sorry.” Viatas sat down next to you on a fallen log. “I didn’t make it worse, did I?”
“No. They said I probably never would have been able to use it properly if you hadn’t set it. It’s just a bad break. You saved my life and my arm.” You nudged his leg playfully and he laughed. “I’m glad you got my message.”
“I was glad to hear from you. I’ve been worried. I mean, things are going well in my home, but I wasn’t sure how your people were taking anything. You’ve been all right, haven’t you?” He gave you a concerned look and you nodded reassuringly.
“I’m fine. Actually, I asked you here to talk about something. I just got assigned as an ambassador to the elves.”
Viatas’ eyes widened. “Really?”
“Yeah. Apparently an elf will come to my town and I’ll go to yours and that’s supposed to help with interspecies relations. So, uh. I’ll need some help when I go. And I figured that you’d be a good person to ask. I mean, you’re the only elf I really know.”
Viatas frowned. “You try to kill me, kick me when I try to help you, and my reward for getting you out of the cave you were going to die in is more work?”
You sputtered. “You don’t have to! I was just thinking I’d offer-”
Viatas rested a reassuring hand on your arm. “I’m kidding.” He drew closer. In the dim light, shadows played appealingly over his features. You found it a little hard to breathe all of a sudden. “I would love to work with you.” He drew closer still. “In fact, I’ve rather missed you-”
You closed the distance, pressing your mouth to his. He moved in the same moment, lips molding to yours.
An amount of time passed. You weren’t really paying attention to how long. But you broke apart eventually. “You’re better at that than I thought you’d be,” Viatas said in a quiet, awestruck voice.
“Yeah?” you said. “I think you need some more practice.”
“Oh?” Viatas lifted his brows. “Well, perhaps I should get some.”
“Yeah,” you said, leaning close to him. “I think you should.”
She heaves a heavy sigh as the height of her orgasm starts to fade. "I told you the pleasure is all mine, but I sure hope you enjoyed yourself as well."
Kenrir is attempting to catch his breath, his brow is dusted with sweat. "I am certain my enjoyment is evident, your Grace.." Solle quirks her brow, "I am not blind 'sir' but I will ask courteously for your opinion. Was it satisfactory?"
Kenrir was tall with sinewy muscles down his frame. He had broad shoulders, but not bulky. He had scars traveling down his back and over some key areas of his body, almost like killshots, but somehow he still stands. He had silvery grey hair and piercing crystal blue eyes. High cheekbones and a squared jaw. His lips are thin, but they were magic between her thighs.
"More than satisfactory, my lady. I daresay, it has been one of the most overindulgent nights of my life." Solle snaps to his eyes. So crystal clear....he is not lying about that at least.. She recalls last night and the overabundance of red wine and the circumstances leading to her still naked bed partner.. She smiles at him, "Wonderful. Breakfast?"
Hey do you by chance write gay orc x elf/human etc fic? I've been looking for some wlw or mlm orc/monster fucker content and havent been able to find any.
Hiya, I'm afraid not. 😭 I tried once but it was utterly abysmal! (Although to be fair the working title of the story was 'undead gay robot lawyer dinosaur smut') so maybe I was setting my sights a bit high! 🤣 I'm just not wired for it, it seems.
But there is a ton of it out there. Can any of our mutuals suggest some links please? 😁
please just give me a long ass list of headcannons about an elf boyfriend bc Im fascinated by elves and magical creatures similar to them. this is such a cool blog idea!!
Because you didn’t say which type, I’m just gonna do a forest elf head-canon.
- He always brings you flowers. And never the same type, unless you absolutely adore them. They are self-preserving so they can be replanted or stay alive in a vase for a long time.
- Long walks through the forest. Speaking to the trees and having him tell you stories of long since passed people and cities.
- Song birds lulling you to sleep. If not them, then he sings ancient lullabies as he runs his fingers through your hair. Kissing your forehead as he rests his head next to yours.
- He also likes to braid flowers into your hair. Even if you don’t have long enough hair, he’ll make a flower crown for you to wear.
“My little royal lover. I am forever stunned by your beauty. I am yours for eternity.”
Prompt number 32 on the list! “You wear matching masks at a masquerade party.”
The ball was in full swing, waltz type music playing from every corner of the room. You had been dragged here by your parents in hopes they would find you a suitor that met their needs rather than your own. Most of the nobles that had arrived on the doorsteps to your house were pompous assholes who talked to much and held little regard for boundaries. You had fought tooth and nail, trying your best to get out of having to go. But once the maids had fitted you into the elegant silver gown with a masquerade mask that matched minus the blue and green feathers that were placed on the right hand side that swept upwards and curled around it, you knew that you had lost the battle.
You kept yourself tucked away in a corner most of the night, swirling the liquid amber champagne in your wine glass as you eyed everyone waltzing around the room with a love struck expression on their faces. You hated it. Sighing, you glanced down at the drink in your glass, pursuing your lips until a shadow passed over you. Glancing up you found yourself staring into a silvery gaze. He grinned down at you as he held out his hand, his outfit contrasting against his dark skin in an amazing way that had heat creeping along your neck.
His mask was similar to your own, and before you could stop yourself you were blurting out. “Well one of us has to change.” You covered your mouth with your gloved hand while he laughed, a mischievous smile dancing across his features.
“I think I like matching.” He responded. “Especially with someone as beautiful as yourself. Would you join me in a dance?”
You merely nodded in response, taking the hand he had offered you and following him out onto the dance floor. Noticing people moving out of the way as you had followed him, you had begun to question who he truly was.
“Not to be nosy but…-” You were cut off before you got the chance to finish your question, his dark curly hair moved as he glanced over his shoulder at you.
“I’m sure you’re well aware of the king?” He chuckled, you nodded in response. “Well miss, it seems you have captured King Mercury’s attention.”
You were about to pull away from him, he was higher ranking than what your family was! But he had twirled you closer to him, wrapping an arm around your waist with a devious expression.
“Let’s take a stroll through the gardens after this, yeah?” He suggested, the tips of his elf ears showing as he brushed his hair back.
“S-sure…” You stuttered out. Knowing that you had that same love struck expression on your face that the others had as he waltzed you around the ballroom.
Rosanhi got a request for a second part! If you like my work and want to read more, check out my Masterlist! Read the first part here
The village you and Rosanhi had made your home was quaint, nothing seemed to ever happened and the village moved at a slower pace. You had heard rumors of your kingdom having searched far and wide for you, but they never seemed to go quite far enough. Eventually your kingdom had given up the search, declaring you dead and even going as far as to have a small funeral service for you. Which was untrue, and considering your new home didn’t pay much attention to current affairs, you didn’t even have to bother to hide yourself.
Rosanhi had grown to love the village as well, she had grown close to a few of the other elves in the village and regularly had a girl's night out. Something you had supported entirely. Finding a job was relatively easy for you as well as her, she had become a seamstress at a clothing store and you had picked up working at a Blacksmith. Which is how you got into your current situation.
You had been wanting to propose to Rosanhi for months now, the ring had been crafted by your hands and you were pleased with how it turned out. The pair of you had often discussed marriage and the future, Rosanhi had given you some ideas for what she would’ve liked in a ring. The center was not diamond, it was instead Alexandrite that sat in the center of the ring while two sapphires had been placed on either side. The band was made of white gold and a small inscription was engraved onto the instead.
But the perfect moment had never come, at least not that you had felt. There had been a few close moments but each one had been interrupted by something else. Leaving you feeling just a tad bit frustrated with how it was playing out. Currently, you were sitting in your shared bed, glancing over at Rosanhi as she slept. Her chest rose and fell with each breath and an overwhelming feeling of adoration and love washed over you. You were glad you had decided to run away with her.
It had almost seemed too perfect, and without a second thought, you had managed to place the ring on her left ring finger. Knowing that you’d get a response in the morning, regardless of whether it was good or bad. But you had a gut feeling it would be positive, for the first time in a few weeks. You had finally felt at peace with what was going on in your life as you drifted off into a deep slumber.
By the time morning had rolled around, you had been awoken by Rosanhi. She sat on top of you, staring down at you with tears in her eyes which you would’ve mistaken for her being upset but once you had seen the smile on her face you returned it with one of your own. You brushed your fingers across her cheek as she leaned into your touch.
“Yes.” She had mumbled in response to the unspoken question.
